Small town newsman retires.
When I was but a wee laddie, I witnessed something on television that would change my life forever. The year was 1980. That particular summer day was rainy and miserable, and none of my friends were anywhere to be found. So I listlessly flipped the four or five channels on our TV before unhappily settling on an NBC morning show hosted by a very average-looking guy with an uncomfortably large gap between his teeth…